* (Foxy) uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm     uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit    [Foxy Brown]  All y'all hoes wanna stop my chips  Stare a bitch down when I rock my whips(UH!)  Knowin that you hate me on the low, cock glock by dicks  Stick me for the ice on my wrists  Keeps the chorme fifth, make you so sick  Y'all hoes give me honostly no choice but to shit  'Ficially Firm, no extra shit, no suprises  No disguses, no Foxes, lil Nases  Stictly Fan Fam, AZ, Mega, Na Na, Nas Esco for eva  When y'all hoes is in the range ain't no tame to y'all  I'm still a young bitch and i'm ashamed of y'all  Mad cuz they know no clique claimed to y'all  And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to y'all (thats right)  And I really got no time to play no games with y'all  And if I feel like shittin on y'all, I'm namin y'all (UH!)  If I'm soundin kinda harsh, please ignore me  Not to stop ya rhyme flow, but ya'll makes takes shorty  The nerve of y'all hoes tryna gail me  And Uhhhh, ya broke bitch, what the fuck ya tryna stale me  (Nas) where ya 4X(singing) where ya at nigga?    [Nas]  Lost to the bosses  Rhymes in my mind like these pearls and oysters  Jew-els you deal because we bail in porches  Of course its the firm, this court is ajourned  My thoughts is to burned y'all little nases  Middle guises mouthin off I wanna speak to y'all leaders, you bump and smoke cheeba  I shoot em in my two seat-a  Yo you's the worst clown  The Jamie Fox with his first down, first rounds  If ya made it when it takes to stay paid  I'm in the trade trade in the double-o kuzzle  Guzzelin don twist on my dro my drugs yo  Glistenin um... rollie platinum like my records  My wallet be mad brolick  From Queen Bride Projects, the hottest    Still real from palm sockets  Hoes lovin the dick, I'll smuggle my wrist  To remind me of the days when it was nothing like this  I used to bust a nut on my fist, imaginin it was some lips, sucking my dick  Now I'm handcuffin my chicks, and yours too  Layin back gettin the all woo, In the back of the four-two-zero  Y'all better respect black DeNiro  Have ya crew graph a miro, of ya face with a halo  On your building on your block where you stay low  End your career, niggas like remember him, yeah  Nigga fucked with Esco, the emperor  Thought I might have passed you cris  Yo a nigga passed you pissed  Made the wrong move, now the nigga ass is His  We the firm baby boys, y'all surpass to this  Keep the facts about real life and death situations  Mack with real ice, rings, his breath taken  See me floss with whores, jumpin ways and doors  The crew papa commisioned out and clue(?) zada(?)  Gatherin thoughts up in the 12 bed room casa  The cigars on the way to see the opera  Up in the balcony with the wineians binocular  Black and white tuxes, black hustlers  Fuck with us, firm buisness we'll discuss this